Astraeus took lengthy strides forward through the woods, in hopes to find something small for his his new obligation- Raela. After the day they spent together and the intimate moment that followed, he felt obliged to visit her daily and talk. It wasn't a burden or anything of the sorts, in fact, he enjoyed their time together greatly. He loved talking with her and sharing thoughts about how the day went or current news- often involving the new patriarch, Gent. He wanted to clear the air and make peace with this inky man, but it was't really for his pleasure. Raela was close friends with Gent and it wouldn't really go over well if Aeus still wanted to pummel him. For his Lady friend, he would make peace.

His box shaped snout reached the ground and trailed around gingerly for any traces of scent- and luckily, something found its way. The musky stench of a rabbit crossed over his senses, a feeling of pride rising to his throat. Aeus followed the prints deeper into the woods, each step taking him a half a yard. At the trails peak, his auds turned slowly, picking up a familiar chuff. The dark man rose his head, a brow furrowing in shock. Every fuckin' time. The thought marinating. It was "too much of coincidence" he decided firmly. "Christ." The man scoffed, trotting to the summoner.

"Oi Gent, you need something?" He asked evenly, frisking his tail at his hocks. Hopefully, this would go well; Astraeus had business to attend to.

Astraeus knew his reply was snarky and inappropriate- but it was only to see where Gent's line lay. And clearly, he seemed to verging a little too close. Gent gave a charming act of responsibility as his banner raised sloppishly.  Aeus had never felt true detestation and this Lieris was treading on dangerous territory. Gent was crossing lines with his girlfriend, had taken his job and insisted they needed to speak. Aeus could feel the boiling blood reach higher temperatures by the minute, his eyes glaring colder than absolute zero. The Lieris answered shortly, pretending he didn't feel the same about Astraeus. The broiling man took a seat, standing tall enough to reach Gent's height. A proposal. He thought, unwavering in somber. Guardian seemed like a nice place to reside while he readied himself for the throne.. but he had bigger ideas.

"I appreciate the offer Lieris, and I have taken it into consideration. I will take up the position for I have been fulfilling it on the sidelines*. But, I have another position in offer and that is why I must decline from my post after a short period of time." He mused, ears twitching as mosquitoes tried to penetrate his fur. "I am looking forward to move into the position of Advisor... that is, if you'll have me." Aeus finished, his glare becoming softer, but keeping stern. Even though Gent wanted to discuss business and business only- he wanted to finish the dispute once and for all. The sable night did not doge the bush and was ready to describe his stance on the social triangle they had formed.

Gent laid out a slur of words, feeding the inferno that laid in the seething man's chest. It was all jealousy that Gent felt, and Aeus had to admit, he had felt the same way once. But, then he realized Raela was with him... Gent wouldn't stand a chance. The Taranath smirked, his eyes dancing with hostile amusement. He had a secret weapon and it was something that neither men could tamper with. He had no fear now, the Lieris had poked him enough-continuing to spout out sentences, each one strengthening his build. The Taranath had never felt such a loathing belief, it was taking him higher and higher until he felt invincible. After Gent had explained his thoughts on him, he stood up and took a step forward. "You'll find me trustworthy when you set your childish sentiment aside." His mouth read pleasure and his eyes where shining with abhorrence. "And you are right to think I am unstable, for I have something you don't." He paused, letting the words settle into the black ears. A menacing beam adopting his muzzle. "She loves me." It was all he had to say, because in reality, this was the source of the argument.  "You are not my King. I will not break my back for you. And I certainly will not look down under your gaze. The Queen has earned my respect, yet you have not showed up to claim yours." He was dripping in hate now, you could practically smell it in the warm air. "You don't own me Lieris- because I already belong to someone."

The argument was escalating at a rapid pace, Gent blissfully taking up Aeus' challenge. Lingering in the pit of the musky man's stomach was the desire to just brawl it out now. But, no. He had other reservations in keeping his mind cool. He couldn't let the mammoth get to his head, because then, the fight would be over. Gent was larger than Astraeus, but brains over brawn seemed to serve the swarthy man with a silver spoon. He kept his growls resided and declined his stance, backing up to give the Patriarchy a more comfortable space. The iceberg blue eyes remained on Aeus as he spat furious words into the air. The Taranath remained quiet, letting his body language speak louder. A chuckle elicited from his lips, the brute shaking his head at Lieris' face. Shock adorned the previously handsome man as he sputtered more words. "Minka and Lugh both gave their blessing. You respect her, but not her word or decisions? You're full of shit, Taranath." A surge of defiance sputtered from inside. He thought fondly of being free of someones own decisions. It felt like someone was stamping on his chest- forcing the words to stay down.

Aeus turned his head at the sound of snapping twigs, Raela's young face pushing through the leaves. “What's going on?” She spoke. A surge of concern adorned his face, wanting her to leave. What if she gets hurt? He thought, having a well rounded idea of how much of a loose cannon his opponent was. He gave her a pained look- Get out of here! Gent spewed more aggression, his eyes still remaining on Raela... that was until he swore. Like the speed of light, Aeus was back on his feet, facing Gent with a curled lip. "I am going to ask you not to swear in front of the lady." He snapped, struggling to remain his cool core. He knew Raela could handle herself in verbal situations, but it was similar to having your mother being told off before you. "Gent- this doesn't need to be an ongoing battle. I will uphold my part in The Crest, but this... this game? Needs to stop. I have my side and you have yours.. but you remember which is which." The words slipping from his tongue like oil. His eyes kept a solemn glare but there was no mistaking the fierce twinkle in his irises. He hated Gent Lieris with a flaming passion.